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Showing posts with label Weapon of choice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Weapon of choice. Show all posts
Wednesday, 14 May 2014
Removal man
Since posting a ramble about Brotherhood of Man a couple of posts back, I have been plagued by that tune; no I'm not going to let myself recall it. One bar and it's hopeless: brain-imbedded.
Yesterday, whatever I played, the tune came sloped back, sugary and sticky, well and truly stuck.
Today I randomly opted for a couple of favourites on Youtube to try and dislodge the 1970s residents in my head. Thought I'd post this one of Christopher Walken dancing elegantly to Fatboy Slim in a plush hotel.
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